Grinding Cultivation Toward Martial Saint-Chapter 1259 - 173: Heirloom, Mysterious Little Pagoda! (Part 2)

Chapter 1259: Chapter 173: Heirloom, Mysterious Little Pagoda! (Part 2)

"Jiang, this is for you!" Zhong Ling spoke.

"What is this?" Jiang Ning looked at the small tower in Zhong Ling’s hand, appearing puzzled.

"This is something my mother left for me, saying it was a family heirloom, meant to be preserved well, with the power to protect the soul," Zhong Ling explained.

"Since it’s a family heirloom your mother left for you, there’s no reason to give it to me! You should keep it safe yourself!" Jiang Ning grasped Zhong Ling’s hand, making her hold the three-tiered exquisite tower again.

Although when he first saw the three-tiered exquisite tower in Zhong Ling’s hand, he recognized and felt that this tower was bound to be an extraordinary treasure.

Especially after hearing Zhong Ling’s introduction, he was even more aware of the uniqueness of this small tower.

It has the effect of protecting the soul.

In other words, it has the effect of protecting the Divine Soul.

This is an extremely rare treasure that guards the mental and Divine Soul levels.

The most crucial point is that Zhong Ling can use this seven-tiered small tower, indicating it’s a self-protective treasure, not too demanding for the user.

"Jiang, the recent incident is enough to show that if you are safe, only then can I be safe! If you encounter danger, even with ten treasures protecting me, there is no safety at all," Zhong Ling said earnestly.

"You don’t need to worry about my safety!" Jiang Ning patted Zhong Ling’s shoulder.

Zhong Ling said, "I know Jiang is very powerful and strong! But open spears are easy to dodge, hidden arrows hard to guard against. Those people’s means are bizarre, Jiang may not be able to guard against everything at the soul level!"

As her voice fell.

Zhong Ling added, "Jiang, I’ll consider this small tower a loan to you! When you no longer need it in the future, return it to me. Surely you won’t say there’s no return for what’s been borrowed, right? On this point, I trust you even more!"

Hearing Zhong Ling’s last sentence, Jiang Ning couldn’t help but smile.

"Silly girl!" He patted Zhong Ling’s head, also understanding her intentions, feeling a bit touched.

"Jiang, just use it first!" Zhong Ling handed over the three-tiered small tower in her tightly held hand to Jiang Ning, her gaze firm and earnest.

Seeing Zhong Ling’s gaze, Jiang Ning slowly nodded.

"Alright!"

He took the three-tiered small tower from Zhong Ling’s hand.

"Jiang, just a drop of blood is enough! A drop of blood and you can use it!" Zhong Ling said.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ning immediately knew what to do.

He then moved his finger over the three-tiered tower.

The next moment.

With the blood concealed, he instantly felt a faint connection between himself and the three-tiered tower in his hand.

Sensing this connection, he immediately understood that the three-tiered tower in his hand had established the simplest recognition as its owner with him.

Simultaneously, he also felt that relying on the Spirit Treasure Refining Skill, he could truly refine this three-tiered tower.

But he had no such intention.

"Jiang, with just a thought, you can store the small tower in your Spirit Platform between your eyebrows!" Zhong Ling said.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ning nodded.

Then he willed it.

The small tower in his hand instantly transformed into a beam of white light and flew into the center of his brow, disappearing instantly.

When he felt the small tower again, it was already in his Spirit Platform, floating above his Yang God.

"Illusive and real, guarding the Divine Soul, it’s indeed a treasure!" he mused.

He then looked at Zhong Ling, recalling what she had just said.

That three-tiered small tower was the family heirloom Zhong Ling’s mother left for her.

"Does this tower have a name?" Jiang Ning asked.

From what he knew, treasure names were usually related to material and trait effects.

"No!" Zhong Ling shook her head, "This tower is nameless, now it only has a simple guardianship effect! Perhaps in your hands, Jiang, you might discover its real effects!"

"Your mother, didn’t she tell you anything?" Jiang Ning asked.

"My mother, after giving birth to me, became frail and medicine was of no help, she passed away when I was very young," Zhong Ling said.

"I’m sorry!" Hearing Zhong Ling’s words, Jiang Ning showed an apologetic expression.

"It’s okay!" Zhong Ling shook her head, forcing a smile, "I’ve long been accustomed to it! Besides, I have Grandpa Xuan, Grandpa Xuan treats me extremely well and spoils me!"

Sensing the emotions in Zhong Ling’s words, Jiang Ning patted her shoulder, not continuing on a topic that held unpleasant memories.

Then, he briefly gave Zhong Ling some instructions, letting Linglong accompany her here, and went to console Jiang Li and Liuu Wanwan’s family.

Just now, the commotion when he killed Fang Yu, not to mention Jiang Li and Liuu Wanwan.

More than half of Dongling City’s East District might have noticed the commotion just now.

After finishing up, he moved to the Dongling Mountain Range.

...

In the depths of the Dongling Mountain Range.

The mountains undulated like serpents, ancient trees reaching the sky.

On top of a towering mountain pillar, Jiang Ning paused.

Looking back, he could see the neatly arranged buildings in the distance.

"This spot is just right!" Jiang Ning looked at the distant East District, nodding in satisfaction.

Standing here, he could also clearly see the movements in the East District, directly viewing his own mansion.

The arrival of Fang Yu added a sense of crisis to his heart.

Zhi Xuan Mountain, though in the Five Mountains Prefecture, was far from him.

But Fang Yu from Zhi Xuan Mountain died in Dongling City, in his hands.

And a top Grandmaster is an indispensable important figure for any faction.

Since Fang Yu died at his hands, he knew he had pitted himself against Zhi Xuan Mountain.

Zhi Xuan Mountain alone, he now didn’t fear.